Dancing Water

We walked by dancing waters,

sunlit droplets, shimmery sparkles,

twinkle lights suspended in mid-air;

I closed my eyes and imagined

a babbling brook; our jaunt

became a forest journey,

tree-arching canopies,

pebble-lined paths,

the breeze undulating

through leaf-full branches,

and us on a pilgrimage walk.

There are sounds that calm 

my heart — rain on a tin roof, 

my husband sleeping next to me,

the groaning of my soul in prayer,

a resonance only God and I can hear,

and this gentle murmuring 

reminds me of that place

where spirit seeks the true rest

we find in the waiting arms 

of our Father, the rushing water

like a new language, a wordless 

communion of a thirsty soul 

humming a praise chorus, 

a perpetual echo

of grateful

amens.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2020

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